"Oh, no, don't loo--"

Too late. Finch snaps his own eyes shut and stands there a moment, wincing in a sort of empathetic fashion as he imagines what Brier might be feeling. Or rather he doesn't have to imagine it; he's felt it twice, after all. Finch exhales and gazes down in the direction of his shoes before carefully opening up his eyes. He walks forward, gazing down fixedly at his own toes, Bear trotting along fairly unconcerned.

"Miss Brier?" he says when he's closer, hoping he can jostle her out of what he expects to be the traumatic despair-bomb of the wall's impact.